In the Hogfather, they discover that there is a finite amount of belief in the universe. I'm not so certain about that, but I've decided I possess personally a finite amount of contemplation and writing. I've been doing a lot of journaling this week, which I'm not quite prepared to post on here yet. However, that has totally drained me of any thoughts to post on here, and I don't want to do a boring "This is what I did" or "This is what I need to do" post. So, here is a poem I wrote for poetry class last semester. It has been well received by the very wide audience of the Teagues, my family, and my poetry class. I wrote it thinking about Dixie and Sirius.
I shall mercilessly maul!
Why do people delay?
Look, there goes the ball!
Now you are in my thrall!
Sphere, there’s no use to pray.
I shall mercilessly maul!
Someone pulls. Oh, the gall!
No! You shall not esca—
Look, there goes the ball!
This time I crawl,
silently sneaking up on my prey.
I shall mercilessly maul!
I pounce and fall
as the target gives a slight sway.
Look, there goes the ball!
Across the yard and back against the wall—
I could play away the day!
Look, there goes the ball!
I shall mercilessly maul!